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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Technova,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.