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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 theremin 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 Pere Ubu to the funk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.