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 Gabon and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.