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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Minny Pops to the grime 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. 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?
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.