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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 The Fire Engines to the crunk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Swans,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.