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 Australia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 the Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Crime,
DNA,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.