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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 a-ha to the grime 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.