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 Malawi and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
Kayak,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.