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 Oman and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Josef K to the disco 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Make Up,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Can,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
10cc,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.