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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.