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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Star Department to the dance 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.