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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.