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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.