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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Main Source to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
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.