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 Croatia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Bobby Womack to the techno 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Television,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.