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 Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.