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 Swaziland and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the punk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.