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 Moldova 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Massinfluence to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Q65,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
The Move,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.