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 Grenada and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Easy Going to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.