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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Scrapy to the electroclash 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.