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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders 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?
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Liliput,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.