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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Chris & Cosey 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.