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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Aswad,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.