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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nico to the crunk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
MC5,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.