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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
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 harpsichord 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 The Victims to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s 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 Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
10cc,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.