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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
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 harpsichord 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 48th St. Collective to the techno 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Technova,
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.