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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
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 chamberlin 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.