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 Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.