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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Whodini to the funk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Japan,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.