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 Chad and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
The Index,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.