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 Mauritania and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.