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 Somalia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Lydon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.