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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.