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 Niger and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Josef K to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.