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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Oneida to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.