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 Angola and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 B.T. Express to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.