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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Minny Pops to the rock 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.