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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lakeside to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.