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 Gambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Blake Baxter,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
The Star Department,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.