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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.