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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Quantec,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.