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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heaven 17 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.