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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 The Move to the punk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.