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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grime 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Inner City,
Shoche,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.