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 Slovenia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.