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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Stiv Bators to the rap 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.