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 Malawi and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
The Move,
Grauzone,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.