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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Hardrive to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.