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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.