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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Standells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Niagra,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.