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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.