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 Palau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Index,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.