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 Denmark and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Davy DMX to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.