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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Arab on Radar to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.