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 Maldives 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Connie Case to the dance 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.