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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Slave,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.