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 Cambodia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.