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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Crooked Eye to the techno 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Monolake,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
cv313,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.