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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Brick,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.