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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Cabaret Voltaire 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.