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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crime to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.