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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.