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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Age Steppers to the rock 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.