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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.