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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Television Personalities to the rap 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.