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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.