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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Babytalk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.