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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.