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 Ireland and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.