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 Togo and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 In Retrospect to the crunk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
the Association,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.