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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sister Nancy to the techno 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.