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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.