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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Babytalk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.