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 Namibia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 FM Einheit to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.