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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Donald Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.