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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Invisible to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.