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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Pole,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.