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 Malta 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.