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 Korea North and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 the Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
The Monks,
cv313,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.