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 Lithuania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Sandy B 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.