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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Royal Trux to the rock 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.