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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 New Age Steppers to the dance 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.