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 Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.