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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.