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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Whodini 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.