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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.