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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.