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 Malawi and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Curtis Mayfield to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.