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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Chris & Cosey 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen 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?
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.