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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leaves to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.