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 Monaco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flash Fearless to the dance 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.