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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Star Department to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.