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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Anthony Braxton to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.