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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gang Green to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.