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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.