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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
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 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 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 the Slits to the rock 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.