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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.