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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Monks,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
PIL,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.