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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.