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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Flipper to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.