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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.