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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 D'Angelo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Fear,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Section 25,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.