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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.