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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Monolake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.