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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.