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 Poland and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Light Orchestra to the jazz 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.