Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Man Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.