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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Alphaville to the rock 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
The Monks,
JFA,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.