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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman 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?
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.