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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 The Searchers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
Magazine,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.