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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 U.S. Maple to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.