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 Korea South and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 The Grass Roots to the disco 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.