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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
Darondo,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Flipper,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.