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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Groovy Waters 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Swans,
Pole,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.