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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stereo Dub to the punk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.