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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Black Moon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Gories,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.