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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 the Association to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.