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 Brunei and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Surgeon to the jazz 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.