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 South Africa and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Bobby Womack to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Mars,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Technova,
Cluster,
UT,
Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.