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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.