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 Costa Rica 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.