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 Guatemala and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Rapeman to the electroclash 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.