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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stetsasonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Little Man,
Can,
Model 500,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.