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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Make Up 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.