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 India and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
The Martian,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.