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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.