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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Oneida to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Q65,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
John Cale,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.