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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.