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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wire 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.