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 Thailand and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Ossler,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Main Source,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.