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 Tajikistan 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.