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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Accadde A 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
JFA,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.