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 Congo and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Outsiders to the grunge 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.