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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.