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 Ukraine and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Organ,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.