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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.