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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
the Association,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.