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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skarface to the jazz 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Franke,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.