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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Moody Blues to the grime 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.