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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the rock 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
The Busters,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.