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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.