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 Pakistan and from Lille.
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 Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Evens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Faust,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.