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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Suicide to the jazz 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.