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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
Japan,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.