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 Honduras and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.