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 Swaziland 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lungfish to the rock 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.