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 Kenya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Circle Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.