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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.