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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.