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 Botswana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.