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 Brunei and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Radio Birdman to the rock 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.