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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Monks,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.