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 Liberia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight 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?
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.