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 Indonesia and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Axelrod to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.