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 Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Second Layer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
Wings,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
AZ,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.