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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Howard Jones to the rock 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Brick,
The Remains,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
ABC,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.