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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Raincoats to the disco 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.