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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television to the punk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.