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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.