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 Fiji and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saints to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.