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 Chile and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
Ossler,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.