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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Michelle Simonal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.