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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
JFA,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.