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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Can,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.