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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 The Misunderstood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
Slave,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.