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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.