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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Victims to the dance 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.