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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Q65,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.