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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Wire 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
The Index,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Magma,
X-102,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.