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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Inner City to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.