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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Human League to the crunk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.