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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Robert Görl to the crunk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.