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 Russia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Peter and Kerry 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.