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 Antigua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Agent Orange to the grime 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.