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 Argentina 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Supertramp to the funk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
JFA,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.