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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
The Gories,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.