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 Argentina and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.