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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
Scientists,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.