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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 The Mummies to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Swans,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.