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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Metal Thangz to the techno 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
Q65,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.