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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec to the rap 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Skarface,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.