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 Colombia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Zapp to the techno 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.