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 Lithuania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.