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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.