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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
Can,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
Interpol,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.