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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dark Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Wings,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.