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 the UAE and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Suicide to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.