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 Iraq and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.