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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Essential Logic to the funk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
The Names,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Wire,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.