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 France and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.