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 Sudan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 güiro 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 Crooked Eye to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.