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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
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 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 Arcadia to the grime 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.