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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Arab on Radar to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
the Human League,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.