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 Vietnam and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Brick,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.