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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Morten Harket to the grunge 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.