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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Amon Düül II to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.