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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.