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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.