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 Eritrea 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 snare 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 The Associates to the jazz 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Nas,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.