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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.