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 Comoros and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 The Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.