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 Brazil and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
a-ha,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.