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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shadows of Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.