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 Canada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Japan to the crunk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.