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 Albania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Pylon to the crunk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.