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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Television Personalities to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.