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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Qualms,
JFA,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.