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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
The Move,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.