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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
AZ,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.