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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sisters of Mercy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.