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 Mauritius and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 FM Einheit to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
UT,
The Pop Group,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.