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 Togo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Josef K to the dance 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.