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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 The New Christs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.