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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.