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 Kenya and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Offenders to the funk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.