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 Zambia and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Residents to the dance 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
Monks,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.