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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.