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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.