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 Fiji and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.