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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.