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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.