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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
New Order,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.