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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.