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 Chile and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.