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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 AZ to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.