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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.