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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Happenings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Chrome,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Audionom,
The Martian,
Skriet,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.