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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.