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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 CMW to the dance 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.