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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.