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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Marine Girls to the rock 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.