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 Libya and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.