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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
Television,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.