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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Byron Stingily to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.