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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Sugar Minott to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Crime,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.