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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.