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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Livin' Joy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.