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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.