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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gichy Dan to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.