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 Kenya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
UT,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.