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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 48th St. Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.