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 Togo and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Divine Comedy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.