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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.