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 Venezuela and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Faust,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.