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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
Q65,
Technova,
Scion,
Pylon,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.