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 Cuba and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Altered Images to the rap 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Index,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.