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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drexciya to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.