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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.