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 Korea South and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Buckinghams to the disco 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.