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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 sitar 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 The Music Machine to the jazz 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.