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 Congo and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 David Bowie 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 OOIOO to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Can,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
the Association,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.