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 Laos and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.