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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultravox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.