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 Turkmenistan and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
X-101,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.