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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 June Days to the rock 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.