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 Fiji and from Beijing.
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 Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pylon 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.