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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.