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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Symarip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
New Order,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.