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 Honduras and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Scion,
X-101,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.