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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.