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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sisters of Mercy to the dance 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.