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 Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.