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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.