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 East Timor and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vainqueur to the disco 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.