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 the UAE and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.