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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Kings Of Tomorrow 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.