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 Djibouti 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 cv313 to the funk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
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.