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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.