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 the UAE and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Searchers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.