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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Evens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.