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 Greece and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.