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 Estonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Soft Cell,
DNA,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.