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 Austria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
Index,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.