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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Fatback Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.