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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deepchord to the disco 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.