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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Television,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.