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 China and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.