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 Russia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Mars,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.