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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Vogues 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.