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 Ivory Coast and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mad Mike to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Technova,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Yaz,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.