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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.