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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Skatalites to the funk 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Visage,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.