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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.