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 Niger and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Jesper Dahlback 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.