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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.