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 Palau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Can to the techno 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.