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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Magma,
Pole,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.