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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
JFA,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.