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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Tim Buckley to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.