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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 the Human League to the dance 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and 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.