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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marine Girls to the punk 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.