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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Hashim,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.