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 Romania 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Invisible to the dance 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.