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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Oblivians to the techno 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.