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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Q and Not U to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.