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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.