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 Lithuania and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.