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 Lithuania and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Slave to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.