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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Loose Ends 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance 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?
UT,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Alphaville,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.