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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.