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 Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
The Move,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.