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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 John Lydon to the punk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Technova,
Gong,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.