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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Joey Negro to the crunk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
The Index,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.