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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.