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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Fall to the techno 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.