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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 The Blackbyrds to the grunge 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.