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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radio Birdman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads 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?
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.