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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.