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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.