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 Albania and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
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 spring reverb 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 The Dave Clark Five to the techno 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.