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 Romania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Thompson Twins to the dance 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
Q65,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Organ,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.