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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Marc Almond to the funk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.