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 Lesotho and from New York.
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 Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 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?
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Pole,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.