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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zeros to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.