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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.