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 Senegal and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
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 marimba 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 K-Klass 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.