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 Belize and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Y Pants to the disco 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.