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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.