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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.