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 Bhutan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Roxette to the techno 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.