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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.