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 China and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Unwound,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.