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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.