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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Negative Approach to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Q65,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.