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 Cuba 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Style to the punk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.