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 Morocco 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.