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 Egypt and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.