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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
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 Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat 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?
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.