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 Korea South and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.