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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
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 snare 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.