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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Christs to the grunge 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
10cc,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.