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 Benin and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Normal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.