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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.