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 Peru and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.