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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Wings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.