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 Slovakia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 The Selecter to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.