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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Depeche Mode to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.