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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.