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 Bahrain and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Shoche to the grunge 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.