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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 The Grass Roots to the electroclash 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
The Sound,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
The Move,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.