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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
Japan,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.