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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.