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 Russia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.