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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Ice-T to the jazz 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.