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 Suriname and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Half Japanese to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
JFA,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.