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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zeros to the punk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.