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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
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.