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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Patti Smith 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.