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 Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.