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 Georgia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Zapp 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
The Index,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.