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 Australia and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 H. Thieme to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.