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 Chad 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
JFA,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.