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 Albania 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Alphaville to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.