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 Denmark and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
10cc,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.