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 Iran and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the dance 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken 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?
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
10cc,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.