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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joy Division to the crunk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.