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 Chile and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Marc Almond to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
New Order,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
Lyres,
MC5,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.