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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Inner City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
ABC,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Index,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.