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 Fiji 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
Flipper,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.