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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.