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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Count Five to the dance 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.