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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
the Normal,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.