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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The New Christs to the funk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.