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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.