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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alphaville 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.