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 South Africa and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jacques Brel to the disco 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Jandek,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Echospace,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.