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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
Mars,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.