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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 The Blues Magoos to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.