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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Little Man to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Slave,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
The Index,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.