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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Martian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
cv313,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.