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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Heaven 17 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
The Victims,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.