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 Andorra and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Motorama to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.