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 Sweden and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.