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 Austria and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.