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 Micronesia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Iggy Pop to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.