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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bauhaus to the crunk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young 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?
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.