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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.