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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.