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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.