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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Quadrant to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.