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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.