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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 UT 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.