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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Tubeway Army to the grime 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Wire,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.