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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Harry Pussy to the techno 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.