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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 In Retrospect to the disco 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
MDC,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.