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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.