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 South Africa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blancmange to the punk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.