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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Josef K to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.