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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Camberwell Now to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.