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 Moldova and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fear to the dance 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.