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 Belarus 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.