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 Germany and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Hoover to the jazz 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.