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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.