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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.