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 Romania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Soft Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Magazine,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.