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 Poland and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Altered Images to the rap 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.