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 Namibia and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Duran Duran 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.