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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rekid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
the Slits,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.