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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 presents Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Cameo,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.