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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Second Layer to the electroclash 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.