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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Halsall 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.