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 South Sudan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Lyres to the disco 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.