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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Niagra to the punk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.