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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.