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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.