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 Namibia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Divine Comedy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.