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 Armenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Little Man 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.