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 the UAE and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Vainqueur to the crunk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Q65,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.