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 India and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Don Cherry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.