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 Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 The Detroit Cobras to the techno 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.