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 Thailand and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.