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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Nas 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.