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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The American Breed to the punk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
UT,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.