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 Montenegro and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Rekid 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Franke,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.