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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Scan 7 to the funk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultravox,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.