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 Panama and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Television,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.