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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Fluxion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Visage,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.