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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Brass Construction to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.