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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
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 snare 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 Toni Rubio to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
Chrome,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.