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 Angola and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.