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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Suburban Knight 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
MDC,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.