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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.