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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.