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 Botswana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Green to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.