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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sparks to the funk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.