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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 The Kinks to the grime 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.