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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warren Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.