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 Bahrain 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Roy Ayers to the rock 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.