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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 ABC 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Swans,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.