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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Deepchord to the grime 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.