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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 The Fugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.