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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.