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 Monaco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Litter to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Q65,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.