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 Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.