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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.