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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Bauhaus to the disco 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.