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 Maldives and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Loose Ends to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.