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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.