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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
UT,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.