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 Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Ten City,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.