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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 FM Einheit to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
ABC,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.