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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.