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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 FM Einheit to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.