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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.