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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax 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 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 China Crisis to the disco 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.