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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stetsasonic to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.