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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.