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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 The New Christs to the crunk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.