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 Iran and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox to the rock 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.