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 Norway and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
Scion,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.