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 Georgia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the crunk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
The Names,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
MDC,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.