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 Burkina and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxy Music 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.