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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.