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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 OOIOO to the jazz 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.