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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Henry Cow to the disco 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.