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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Davy DMX to the dance 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.