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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Monks to the techno 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.