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 Brunei and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.