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 Thailand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.