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 Algeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Outsiders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.