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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.