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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Josef K to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
Technova,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.