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 India and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Boredoms to the crunk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.