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 El Salvador and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Audionom to the rap 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.