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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 The Searchers to the funk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
Make Up,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
The Move,
Crime,
The Saints,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.