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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.