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 Fiji and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.