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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.