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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Excepter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.