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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 the Swans to the rock 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.