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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 K-Klass to the jazz 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.