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 Estonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Brothers Johnson 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.