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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 The Count Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.