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 Laos and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ultravox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Japan,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.