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 Nauru and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.