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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Cecil Taylor to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 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?
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Q65,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.