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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.