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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Organ to the rap 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.