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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Swans,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.