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 San Marino and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cluster to the jazz 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.