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 Zambia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Amon Düül to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.