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 Slovakia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.