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 Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 sitar 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.