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 Grenada and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 World's Most to the rap 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.