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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.