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 Guyana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Joy Division to the dance 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.