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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 John Lydon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Smog,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.