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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Patti Smith to the techno 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.