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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mr. Review to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
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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.