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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Schoolly D to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Q65,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.