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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zapp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Mars,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.