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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Monochrome Set to the grunge 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.