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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Liliput to the disco 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
PIL,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Subhumans,
Brick,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.