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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Can,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.