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 Austria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.