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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.