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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Can,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.