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 Haiti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash 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 Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.