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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Pop Group to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.