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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Gichy Dan to the rap 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.