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 Angola and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
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 chamberlin 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 Hardrive to the rock 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.