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 Gabon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Sun City Girls to the disco 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
The Evens,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.