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 Japan and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Seeds to the disco 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.