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 India and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.