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 Mauritania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Cybotron to the jazz 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.