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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
The Human League,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.