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 Australia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Monks,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Crime,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.