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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Sheep to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
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Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.