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 Grenada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pulsallama to the crunk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.