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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 The Pop Group to the crunk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.