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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.