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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the crunk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.